"Stop right there. This is the Western Liang Army's camp. If you continue to advance, I'll kill you without mercy.”
Outside the camp of the Western Liang Army, three men were riding their horses forward slowly.
The three of them were all wearing black armor. The one in the lead was handsome and held a long Zhanmadao.
As for the other two, one of them was holding a strange long-pole weapon. The other person carried a bow on his back and a black scimitar at his waist.
"I'll say it again. This is the camp of the Western Liang army. If you come any closer, I'll kill you without mercy.”
When they saw more than ten Western Liang soldiers begin to draw their bows and nocked their arrows, the three cavalrymen finally reined in their horses.
"My name is Dong Song, the son of Dong Zhuo, the prefect of the east of the river.”
As soon as Dong Song finished speaking, he took out a token and threw it to the station chief on duty.
On the black token, there was a golden word, Dong.
The station chief on duty was a veteran. He knew that this was a symbol of Longxi's Dong Clan's status.
"Please wait a moment, Young Master. I'll be back soon.”
The station chief respectfully cupped his fists at Dong Song, then turned around and jogged into the camp.
On the east side of the camp, there was a huge drill ground. On the north side of the drill ground, there was a high platform. At this moment, Dong Zhuo was sitting on the high platform accompanied by a group of strategists and generals.
"Not long ago, Zhang Jiao led the uprising of the Yellow Turban Army. In just a few days, it swept across all regions with great momentum. This time, the emperor asked me to return to Liangzhou to prepare for the war.”
Dong Zhuo's voice was deep and dignified.
"Lord Prefect is right. As the saying goes, heroes emerge in troubled times. The prefect had many soldiers and generals under him. It was a waste of talent to be the prefect of a county.”
"Hahaha, Wenyou is right. This time, I must lead the sons of Western Liang and make a great contribution.”
Dong Zhuo stood up and walked to the edge of the platform. Looking at the 30,000 soldiers on the drill ground, he felt a sense of heroism.
"Report!"
The station chief who was on duty jogged all the way to the bottom of the platform.
Kneeling on one knee, he raised the black token high and said loudly,"Report, there is someone outside the camp who calls himself Dong Song, the son of the prefect. If he wanted to enter the camp, he would need the permission of the mayor.”
"Dong Song?"
Dong Zhuo was slightly stunned when he heard the station chief's words. Then, he said angrily,"Hmph, chase him away. Don't let him take a step into the camp.”
"Wait!"
Li Ru stopped the station chief, who was about to leave, and gestured for him to calm down. Only then did Li Ru walk to Dong Zhuo's side.
"Milord, no matter what, Tuizhi is still your son. You haven't seen him for almost half a year.”
"Hmph, this unfilial son only knows how to play with words and ink every day. He has nothing but skin, but he doesn't have the strength to tie up a chicken. If he were to enter the camp and let the soldiers see his weak appearance, wouldn't he lose face?”
Dong Zhuo had been a tyrant when he was young. He had hoped that Dong Song would be as famous as him. Who would have thought that Dong Song only liked writing and was not good with knives and spears.
The higher Dong Zhuo's expectations of Dong Song, the greater his disappointment. Now, Dong Zhuo treated it as though he no longer had Dong Song, his only son.
"Milord, letting Tuizhi enter the camp to witness the might of our army is also a good thing for Tuizhi. Perhaps in this half a year, things had changed!”
"Change? What can he change?"
Dong Zhuo sneered and changed the topic. "Since Wenyou is pleading for mercy, let him in. If this unfilial son still had a weak appearance…I will throw him into the army and let him fend for himself in the upcoming battle.”
Dong Song was Dong Zhuo's only son.
But because Dong Song was not fond of military affairs and only liked literature, he was never liked by Dong Zhuo.
However, what Dong Zhuo didn't know was that Dong Song, who only liked to play with words and ink, had already become a thing of the past. The current Dong Song had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Outside the camp, Dong Song sat on his horse calmly.
Half a year ago, Dong Song came to this strange world. Dong Song had been waiting for the day he became Dong Zhuo's son.
He was waiting for the day when he could ride a horse on the battlefield and make a name for himself.
Half a year ago, Dong Song, who had just transmigrated to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, had obtained the Food City System. He could obtain different amounts of Merit Points every month through different official positions.
Merit points could be exchanged for generals, weapons, soldiers, and supplies.
Therefore, what Dong Song needed the most now was to enter the army and obtain an official position.
With an official position, Qin Song could rely on the Merit Points he earned every month to exchange for what he wanted. Then, with the help of the food city system, he would continue to rise and eventually unify the world.
"Fortunately, when the system was activated, it gave me two generals. Now that I have Li Cunxiao and Zhe Bie, it should be easy for me to get an official position in the army.”
When Dong Song thought of this, he couldn't help but smile.
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